Gay Massage Stories: A selection of male to male short stories

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One thing led to another and we ended up making out. Later, we traded some oral action. Only happened once because it got weird afterward. Not sure why.” Dave, I've got some bad news, Kelly had an emergency, she had to leave early," he said. "She's really sorry but it was unavoidable."

He stroked down firmly, exposing my head and gently wrapped his other hand around making a fist gently and rotating it. My eyes open in surprise. I researched it a little starting with the forum and found only the one post. It was about a 50-year-old guy who was offering male massages in the North West. I looked through it and it didn't appeal, but I couldn't get my mind off the subject. I felt his strong hands on my legs, and they glided up my thighs. The strokes were firm and meaningful. Not sensual in any way at all. My senses were heightened though. Looking for first gay experiences stories? If so, you wouldn’t be alone. According to scientific research, something like 7-8% of men who identify as heterosexual has had some type of same sex-experience. One time while we were hanging out, he shared with me that he was bi. He asked me if I had ever been with another guy and I told him the truth – never.I knew that if he kept going I was going to explode. His words put me at ease. I smiled to let him know I was ready to continue. This massage turned erotic playdate was changing me. I felt more awake than I had ever felt before. I’ve always been attracted to women never had an experience with another guy – although I had thought about it. But that changed during my time in boot camp after joining the Marines. Don’t ask me why but we started fooling around. I guess there was a part of me that was curious. The weird thing is the girl and I never messed around – not even once. I laughed and told him to turn around as I began to undress. While I am normally comfortable undressing in front of men, I was not yet comfortable letting people in on my preference for mens thongs that I had recently started to wear when I could find them. I certainly wasn't ready to be seen in the mesh boxer-briefs I wore today. Love film and TV? Join BBC Culture Film and TV Club on Facebook, a community for cinephiles all over the world.

And while the “release” or “happy ending” is quite common in certain corners of the massage world (Asian parlors are particularly famous for it), one doesn’t generally expect it at an upscale Manhattan establishment. Perhaps, as massage therapy goes mainstream, it’s simply harder for the agencies charged with governing its practices to keep a watchful eye.

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He's training to become a massage therapist. He had detailed the work he had left to complete his courses, including the hours of volunteer massage he was to complete. I of course enlisted to be a client of those volunteer hours. After several more drinks each and a few more hours of conversation our topics turned to the people around us. He described in detail how attractive he found one of the other men at the pub, he stopped himself part way through. He didn't look at me immediately, but when he did I just smiled at him. I wanted him to know I was completely ok with him as he was. He looked at me finally, "Ok, I am just going to say it, I'm gay, I hope you're ok with that." He didn't seem overly nervous, he seemed to expect me to be ok with it. However, it's fiction that’s very much driving the phenomenon of bringing "lost" stories of gay life from the past to light. Over the last five years, a trio of Irish writers have delivered stunning gay-themed novels set predominantly in periods of history that didn't welcome them – John Boyne (The Heart’s Invisible Furies), Graham Norton (Home Stretch), and Sebastian Barry (the Costa Award-winning Days Without End). In the theatre, Matthew Lopez's exploration of gay male history The Inheritance triumphed in London before transferring to New York, where it opened the year after a well-received revival of Mart Crowley's seminal 1968 play Boys in the Band. Last year, the latter was remade as a film for Netflix by Ryan Murphy. I was 21-years old and spent most of the summer working construction to make extra money for college. On the job, I got to know one of the guys [Mike] who was a little older than me. Like 25? We ended swapping head in a utility room. It happened a few more times that summer – to the point where all one of us would have to do is say ‘utility room’ and the other guy knew what time it was. What we see all through history is that people are denied their past as part of a way to control them," says Hornby. "The fascist playbook is always to destroy the history and culture of the minority it is repressing. History empowers us. At its most fundamental, it says, 'We have always been here. We have a place.'"

Stephen Hornby, national playwright-in-residence for the UK's LGBT History Month, argues that our stories have long been actively suppressed. "The only interest used to be in censoring or denying any queer elements of the records of the past. So, things were kept from public display, passages were omitted from books and sexual relationships were presented as passionate friendships. That was wilful and deliberate distortion." Kelly had been my massage therapist for over a year now, and she was fantastic. She was beautiful and fun, and she gave a very thorough and erotic massage. Before you jump to conclusions, I should point out that she doesn't do a sexual massage. There is no happy ending. But she did have a sexy way with her massages that were arousing without being sexual. And I always left feeling refreshed and relaxed.My mother calls me a whore, can you imagine? She says anyone who handles men’s bodies like this is no better than a street girl. And she’s not the only one, you know. I’ve lost two boyfriends, and my sister hasn’t spoken to me in years.”

He also seemed nervous, but replied with "you should and can wear as much or as little as you are comfortable wearing." I don’t remember all of the details, but I know at some point I saw him popping wood under his work khakis. All I can tell you is that I was impressed. I have always had an unhealthy obsession by "the new" I seek out new sexual experiences. I have an obsession that is obsessive, it manifests itself in a way that when I hear or think about a sexual act or sexual experience I investigate it to the maximum until I've understood all of it, seen it, tried it and then I can park it and move on. When I was 19, I used to play ball in our neighborhood league. A lot of the guys did because there wasn’t anything else going on in the suburbs. I was an athlete, playing on the football team at my college. Today I was training and my body felt tired and stiff. So, on a recommendation I went to a spa for a massage. This place was highly recommended by someone and I was hoping to get some help with my stiffness. But it turned into something much more interesting than that and the erotic massage helped me to relax.

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I don’t remember all of the details, but we ended up watching a movie and firing up some 420. The next thing I knew, we were going down on each other. Ok, sounds good," I said, playing it all down. After all, it was no big deal, it was just a massage. Guys gave guys massages all the time. This guy was built like a football player, he might be able to work out some kinks that a girl couldn't. We didn’t´t have much time to stay together because he had to go to work and I got lost in the way so I arrived really late. I must confess I was nervous like hell at the time but he really made his best to make me feel comfortable and I really felt good. I felt so good that I wanted to meet him again another day with more time, and so we did. img09.deviantart.net We started talking and I got the sense he was interested in me. I’ve never been attracted to other men, but there was just something about him that I liked. Hard to explain. Maybe it was his cologne? The next week I arrived at Langdon's house for my massage. I was looking forward to it, but I was also a bit nervous. He lived alone in a small one story house. An old build from the 1940's with a huge heavily treed yard. He answered the door in scrub pants and a tank, barefoot.